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Cult of Possible Elements

20 March 2014 4:57 – 9pm, IMT Gallery, London.

The voice intones, a hand inscribes symbols on the body, the eye witnesses and enjoys the pain. “They’re Dogon eggs,” says Félix, holding his testicles in his hand. “Just hold them in your hand and you’ll get to the Body without Organs.”

It’s by will alone I set my mind in motion.

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Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other—–()—–